Текст песни Heartbreak and Seance - Cradle of Filth
                                                Before 
                                                the 
                                                war, 
                                                this 
                                                grave 
                                                darksome 
                                                pall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pressed 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                England
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                were 
                                                sovereign 
                                                to 
                                                nothing 
                                                less
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                the 
                                                map 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                souls 
                                                solicitous 
                                                to 
                                                reign
 
                                    
                                
                                                Together 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                peace 
                                                these 
                                                wicked 
                                                times 
                                                disdain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                Empire 
                                                saw 
                                                much 
                                                more 
                                                to 
                                                gain
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                crown 
                                                discounts 
                                                our 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                cannot 
                                                count 
                                                the 
                                                cost
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                numbers 
                                                fount 
                                                like 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dead, 
                                                the 
                                                dying, 
                                                those 
                                                on 
                                                route 
                                                to 
                                                slaughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Valentine, 
                                                sweet 
                                                spine 
                                                entwined
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                sorry 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                left 
                                                you 
                                                here, 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                find 
                                                the 
                                                path 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                side
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                keep 
                                                    a 
                                                candle 
                                                burning 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                heart 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                shrine
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                Momento 
                                                Mori
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                he 
                                                passed 
                                                away 
                                                for 
                                                faraway 
                                                glory
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                tear 
                                                the 
                                                pages 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                castaway 
                                                story
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spilling 
                                                tears 
                                                fill 
                                                her 
                                                lachrymatory
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                seeks 
                                                to 
                                                pierce 
                                                the 
                                                veil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Melancholia 
                                                speaks 
                                                the 
                                                fiercest 
                                                tale
 
                                    
                                
                                                Weeks 
                                                are 
                                                growing 
                                                lonelier 
                                                ever 
                                                stonier 
                                                regaled
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love's 
                                                bond 
                                                responding 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                pale
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                planchette 
                                                is 
                                                promissory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Purveyance 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                seance
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                obeisance 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                spirits 
                                                before 
                                                their 
                                                dismissory
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                crown 
                                                discounts 
                                                our 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                cannot 
                                                count 
                                                the 
                                                cost
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                numbers 
                                                fount 
                                                like 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dead, 
                                                the 
                                                dying, 
                                                those 
                                                on 
                                                route 
                                                to 
                                                slaughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Valentine, 
                                                sweet 
                                                spine 
                                                entwined
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                sorry 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                left 
                                                you 
                                                here, 
                                                in 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                find 
                                                the 
                                                path 
                                                back 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                side
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                please 
                                                accept 
                                                my 
                                                kisses 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                whispers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Ouija 
                                                board
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                suffer 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                far 
                                                from 
                                                home 
                                                watching 
                                                you 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                distance
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                shadow's 
                                                persistence 
                                                to 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                atone
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                flower 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beautifully 
                                                graven 
                                                you 
                                                cut 
                                                    a 
                                                black 
                                                raven
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                tower 
                                                has 
                                                flown
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                Momento 
                                                Mori
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                he 
                                                passed 
                                                away 
                                                for 
                                                faraway 
                                                glory
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                tear 
                                                the 
                                                pages 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                castaway 
                                                story
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spilling 
                                                tears 
                                                fill 
                                                her 
                                                lachrymatory
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                seeks 
                                                to 
                                                pierce 
                                                the 
                                                veil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Melancholia 
                                                speaks 
                                                the 
                                                fiercest 
                                                tale
 
                                    
                                
                                                Weeks 
                                                are 
                                                growing 
                                                lonelier 
                                                ever 
                                                stonier 
                                                regaled
 
                                    
                                
                                                Love's 
                                                bond 
                                                responding 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                pale
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                planchette 
                                                is 
                                                promissory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Purveyance 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                seance
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                obeisance 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                spirits, 
                                                ghosts 
                                                that 
                                                haunt 
                                                amiss, 
                                                amie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Winter 
                                                seems 
                                                far 
                                                colder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                you 
                                                by 
                                                my 
                                                shoulder 
                                                now 
                                                this 
                                                year
 
                                    
                                
                                                Faith's 
                                                blinding 
                                                glare 
                                                advanced 
                                                to 
                                                frost
 
                                    
                                
                                                Finds 
                                                her 
                                                there, 
                                                entranced 
                                                to 
                                                cross
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                breach 
                                                death's 
                                                porous 
                                                border
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                reach 
                                                where 
                                                breath 
                                                affords 
                                                no 
                                                quarter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Helpless, 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                her 
                                                resolve 
                                                harden
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                where 
                                                it 
                                                ends, 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                wretchedness 
                                                portends
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                knife 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                hand, 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                stretch 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                promised 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                how 
                                                they 
                                                found 
                                                my 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clutching 
                                                tight 
                                                that 
                                                fateful 
                                                telegram
 
                                    
                                
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